He stroked his cock in and out slowly, but with no imagination at all and he never did anything else. In five years of marriage, Jim had gone down on her twice – the first time during their honeymoon, and the second time when she'd asked him a year later. God, how bored I am! She thought.

She managed to rock her legs enough to get some stimulation of her clit, but it was hardly enough to bring her off.

Running her hands up and down his back, she finally moved them down to clutch his thrusting ass. As usual, this made Jim speed up his pumping, and it wasn't long before he was at the point of no return.

He grunted and groaned as he dumped his load into the channel of her cunt. Gloria squirmed her hips and moaned as she faked a come. She'd been faking it for so long, it was almost automatic now. It was a way to avoid being asked and then having to say no.

Jim rolled over on the bed and was soon fast asleep. Gloria slipped away to the bathroom to clean up. She fingered her pussy, thinking about Charlie Bates, and her stiff clit was soon quivering and demanding attention.

I might as well finish it, she thought. There was no way she'd be able to get to sleep without another come. Jim's fucking had only served to turn her on.

She began strumming her poor little clit, one leg raised up on the toilet bowl to expose her crotch. At intervals she dipped two fingers into her cunt-channel and scooped out some juice to lubricate her tender passion-button.

It felt good. Playing with herself always felt good. Maybe I'm a nympho, she thought. She seemed to be thinking about sex all the time these, days. Sucking and fucking were constantly on her mind.

She continually found herself looking at people and wondering what they looked like without clothes and how they fucked. She thought once again of the lovely fuck with Charlie Bates. Oh, God, how I love to come!

It seemed unreal that Charlie had actually been in the house that day, that he had taken her from behind, fucking her like an animal and making her love every minute of it. She wondered how soon it would be before she and Charlie would get together again. She could hardly wait.